Twistedtroublemakers - Hiatus Indefinitely

In honor of Mother’s Day, ask my muse anything you want to know about their mother! 

dishexrtenments:

🔪 || “oh really?”

they gave a soft smile before going to sit next to him. he looked even better up close! never had they been this close to him before, and it was finally happening.

“that’s good. i’ve been wanting to talk to you. for a long while now. i’ve been seeing you around a lot, you know?”

of course, they wouldn’t admit that they were actually stalking him. they thought it would scare him off, which is what they didn’t wanna do. they weren’t even looking him in the eyes as they spoke. they seemed a bit… nervous. they didn’t sound that way, however.

“i was thinking that maybe we should hang out or something like that. i’ve become infatuated with you. you really do interest me!”

it almost sounded as if… they weren’t even questioning him. it was as if they were purposely trying to not give him a choice. which with them, that was most likely possible.

Taking a seat on the bench, he waited to see what this person was made of. Since they had seen him around so many times, maybe they wanted a piece of him too. It would be a little unusual though since not all of his “dates” made appearances to clubs after he got his hands on them.

After hearing that they had been seeing him a lot, he nodded, “I’ve seen you a couple times too. Sorry I never had time to give you the time of day.” The incubus had no clue how much they had actually been watching him. It was probably for the best for the time being.

Their lack of eye contact made him a little sad, he genuinely did enjoy looking into people’s eyes. Especially when they die and the life leaks out of them and dead eyes stare back at him. Well, he’d see this being’s eyes sooner or later so he didn’t say anything.

Eyebrows raised, a grin formed on his face. Well, this deerlet has a little crush, Romeo thought to himself. Deciding to be a little more forward, he took the person’s chin and angled their face up to his so they could look into his blue eyes while he asked, “Oh really? Why’s that?” A sensual smile was on his face as he stared at Val, wanting to know what his deerlet was about.

Just Leave Mark Alone

this isn’t just directed at anyone who’s being a jackass and if you are go fuck yourself a little girl died what is wrong with you but at everyone. Tragedy, especially of a loved one, even more so that of a child, is the hardest thing ever. Do not send him messages, do not send him tweets or anything

If you want to draw him nice art or send encouraging words in a post that’s different but the last thing he’s going to want to do right now is look at his phone. 

So please, for the love of all that is good in this world, just leave him alone